Title: Trust
Author: Rosie (aka Mistress of Darkness, MajandraSoLucky, RandomKrazePerson)
Rating: PG-13
Category: Trance/Harper, kind of, mostly plot driven.
Summary: Trance's sister, Tangent, arrives aboard the Andromeda, creating chaos and confusion. (How's that for alliteration?)
Disclaimer: Belongs to Tribune Entertainment. Not me. *under breath* Darn.
Spoilers: Harper 2.0
***Chapter One***
"Come on, Trance, what did she say to me?" Harper asked as his purple friend tried her hardest to contain her laughter. "You understood it, now tell me what she said!"
"Harper, you should be able to understand basic French," she retorted. "I mean, Rommie still speaks it fluently after you upgraded her. ask her when we get back to the Andromeda."
Trance picked up her glass of whatever cocktail it was she was drinking and had a nice long sip, before bursting into giggles once again. Harper rolled his eyes: Her Purpleness was definitely entertaining while slightly tipsy. Glancing across the bar again, he stole another glance at the tall, dark eyed human French girl that had, apparently, shot him down. Not that he'd actually understood a word she'd said - he'd looked at the body language and it didn't spell nice things for the Harper.
"I'm not going to remember exactly what she said before tomorrow afternoon, Trance, even if I am a super genius," Harper informed her, picking up his glass of whisky and swirling it around. "What did she say?"
"Alright, alright." Trance took a breath. "Which part do you want translated? "Je ne vous trouve pas attirant"; "Degagez"; or "Je suis bien toute seule, merci"?"
"The whole lot."
"Okay. she does not find you attractive, she wants you to get lost, and she's happy on her own, thankyou." Trance grinned again and looked over at the French girl. Harper followed her glance to see her flipping her hair and laughing loudly at some taller guys jokes.
"She's happy on her own?" Harper gaped. "Then what's she doing with Mr. Muscle over there?"
"Maybe it's her cousin," Trance suggested, just as French chick and "Mr. Muscle" kissed. "Or, um, not."
Harper sighed. "Story of my life."
"Oh cheer up, Harper!" the purple girl told him, finishing the last of her drink. "The night is young, and there are plenty of available girls in this place. You just have to look."
Harper looked over to his friend and noticed just how nice the purple skin tight jumpsuit. thing she was wearing looked on her. Yeah, maybe I just have to look. but maybe I should look somewhere else than her cleavage or she might tell me to Degagez or whatever. "Believe me, I know how to look," he informed her.
Trance scanned the room with her eyes. "What about that red-head over there? She seems nice." She looked a little further. "Or that brunette in the corner over there."
"The red-head is taken, I asked," Harper said mournfully. "And that brunette. she was really shy, I didnt want to scare her off."
"Is there any girl in this room you haven't already hit on?" Trance asked with a roll of her eyes. She looked over past Harper. and suddenly she froze, her smile replaced with an expression of shock and. fear?
"What?" Harper asked her, turning to see what had scared Trance.
"NO!"
Harper turned back around to face Trance. "What happened? What did you see?"
"Um, maybe we should go find somewhere to stay," Trance said, shaking ever so slightly. "We need to get out of here."
***
Trying to keep herself from shaking, Trance forced herself to tear her gaze away from the purple girl across the room and look at Harper. He looked worried.
"What's going on, Trance?"
"We need to go find somewhere to stay," she repeated slowly. "Do you want to go pay the tab? Here's some money." She emptied out the entire contents of her purse, trying to control her shaking hands. "I'll - I'll see you in a moment."
Harper frowned, but took a few thrones and headed to the bar. Trance let out a breath, then tensed as she saw the girl across the room head towards her. Yes, it was who she thought it was.
Her sister hadn't changed since Trance had last seen her - same purple skin, like herself, same long dark hair, same big black eyes. same mischievous grin. Tangent Gemini was a flirty, impulsive trouble maker - who liked nothing more than to meddle. And Trance hadn't seen her for five years.
"Baby sister, it's good to see you," Tangent said in common, grinning her trademark smile as she approached. Trance had to admit, she looked good. The years hadn't had any effect on her - of course, a mere five years would have no effect on immortals, but she looked even more self-assured than she had five years ago. And that could mean trouble.
"Tangent, what are you doing here?" Trance asked her. "What's the price on you head now?"
Tangent's grin widened. "A good 50 million thrones," she said, inspecting her black nails. "I, personally, think I'm worth much more than that, however." She looked Tangent straight in the eye. "Seen their royal highnesses lately?"
"Mom and Dad? Not recently."
All of a sudden, Tangent's grin faded. "Well, they've caught word that the All Systems Library has files on us," Tangent said in a low voice. "And guess who they've traced involvement to."
Trance's heart started thumping harder. "I. I tried to get it destroyed. it's hidden and no one is going to find it any time soon," she told her sister.
"But someone's after it, right?" Tangent countered casually. "And after your little friend." Trance followed her sister's gaze to Harper, who was busy arguing with the bartender about the price. "Hmm, he's kind of cute."
"He's not your type," Trance snapped. Tangent raised an eyebrow.
"Oh come on, Trance, what kind of a discrimination is that?" Tangent mimicked her sisters tone. " 'Not your type' - geez. Possessive much?" She looked over at Harper again, eyes travelling up and down. "I can be whatever he wants me to be."
Fighting to control her jealously, Trance sent her sister a challenging look. "Stay away from him."
"Alright, alright, whatever," she said dismissively, waving a purple hand around. "Oh look, here he comes now." Harper headed towards them, a look of confusion on his face. Trance tensed up as Tangent winked at him and waved flirtatiously - then vanished into thin air. "I'll see you later," Tangents voice said in her head after she'd disappeared.
"What was that all about?" Harper asked as he caught up to Trance. "And who was that?"
"Who was what?" Trance asked, feigning innocence. She felt a headache coming on - this definitely wasn't over.
It had only just begun.
Author: Rosie (aka Mistress of Darkness, MajandraSoLucky, RandomKrazePerson)
Rating: PG-13
Category: Trance/Harper, kind of, mostly plot driven.
Summary: Trance's sister, Tangent, arrives aboard the Andromeda, creating chaos and confusion. (How's that for alliteration?)
Disclaimer: Belongs to Tribune Entertainment. Not me. *under breath* Darn.
Spoilers: Harper 2.0
***Chapter One***
"Come on, Trance, what did she say to me?" Harper asked as his purple friend tried her hardest to contain her laughter. "You understood it, now tell me what she said!"
"Harper, you should be able to understand basic French," she retorted. "I mean, Rommie still speaks it fluently after you upgraded her. ask her when we get back to the Andromeda."
Trance picked up her glass of whatever cocktail it was she was drinking and had a nice long sip, before bursting into giggles once again. Harper rolled his eyes: Her Purpleness was definitely entertaining while slightly tipsy. Glancing across the bar again, he stole another glance at the tall, dark eyed human French girl that had, apparently, shot him down. Not that he'd actually understood a word she'd said - he'd looked at the body language and it didn't spell nice things for the Harper.
"I'm not going to remember exactly what she said before tomorrow afternoon, Trance, even if I am a super genius," Harper informed her, picking up his glass of whisky and swirling it around. "What did she say?"
"Alright, alright." Trance took a breath. "Which part do you want translated? "Je ne vous trouve pas attirant"; "Degagez"; or "Je suis bien toute seule, merci"?"
"The whole lot."
"Okay. she does not find you attractive, she wants you to get lost, and she's happy on her own, thankyou." Trance grinned again and looked over at the French girl. Harper followed her glance to see her flipping her hair and laughing loudly at some taller guys jokes.
"She's happy on her own?" Harper gaped. "Then what's she doing with Mr. Muscle over there?"
"Maybe it's her cousin," Trance suggested, just as French chick and "Mr. Muscle" kissed. "Or, um, not."
Harper sighed. "Story of my life."
"Oh cheer up, Harper!" the purple girl told him, finishing the last of her drink. "The night is young, and there are plenty of available girls in this place. You just have to look."
Harper looked over to his friend and noticed just how nice the purple skin tight jumpsuit. thing she was wearing looked on her. Yeah, maybe I just have to look. but maybe I should look somewhere else than her cleavage or she might tell me to Degagez or whatever. "Believe me, I know how to look," he informed her.
Trance scanned the room with her eyes. "What about that red-head over there? She seems nice." She looked a little further. "Or that brunette in the corner over there."
"The red-head is taken, I asked," Harper said mournfully. "And that brunette. she was really shy, I didnt want to scare her off."
"Is there any girl in this room you haven't already hit on?" Trance asked with a roll of her eyes. She looked over past Harper. and suddenly she froze, her smile replaced with an expression of shock and. fear?
"What?" Harper asked her, turning to see what had scared Trance.
"NO!"
Harper turned back around to face Trance. "What happened? What did you see?"
"Um, maybe we should go find somewhere to stay," Trance said, shaking ever so slightly. "We need to get out of here."
***
Trying to keep herself from shaking, Trance forced herself to tear her gaze away from the purple girl across the room and look at Harper. He looked worried.
"What's going on, Trance?"
"We need to go find somewhere to stay," she repeated slowly. "Do you want to go pay the tab? Here's some money." She emptied out the entire contents of her purse, trying to control her shaking hands. "I'll - I'll see you in a moment."
Harper frowned, but took a few thrones and headed to the bar. Trance let out a breath, then tensed as she saw the girl across the room head towards her. Yes, it was who she thought it was.
Her sister hadn't changed since Trance had last seen her - same purple skin, like herself, same long dark hair, same big black eyes. same mischievous grin. Tangent Gemini was a flirty, impulsive trouble maker - who liked nothing more than to meddle. And Trance hadn't seen her for five years.
"Baby sister, it's good to see you," Tangent said in common, grinning her trademark smile as she approached. Trance had to admit, she looked good. The years hadn't had any effect on her - of course, a mere five years would have no effect on immortals, but she looked even more self-assured than she had five years ago. And that could mean trouble.
"Tangent, what are you doing here?" Trance asked her. "What's the price on you head now?"
Tangent's grin widened. "A good 50 million thrones," she said, inspecting her black nails. "I, personally, think I'm worth much more than that, however." She looked Tangent straight in the eye. "Seen their royal highnesses lately?"
"Mom and Dad? Not recently."
All of a sudden, Tangent's grin faded. "Well, they've caught word that the All Systems Library has files on us," Tangent said in a low voice. "And guess who they've traced involvement to."
Trance's heart started thumping harder. "I. I tried to get it destroyed. it's hidden and no one is going to find it any time soon," she told her sister.
"But someone's after it, right?" Tangent countered casually. "And after your little friend." Trance followed her sister's gaze to Harper, who was busy arguing with the bartender about the price. "Hmm, he's kind of cute."
"He's not your type," Trance snapped. Tangent raised an eyebrow.
"Oh come on, Trance, what kind of a discrimination is that?" Tangent mimicked her sisters tone. " 'Not your type' - geez. Possessive much?" She looked over at Harper again, eyes travelling up and down. "I can be whatever he wants me to be."
Fighting to control her jealously, Trance sent her sister a challenging look. "Stay away from him."
"Alright, alright, whatever," she said dismissively, waving a purple hand around. "Oh look, here he comes now." Harper headed towards them, a look of confusion on his face. Trance tensed up as Tangent winked at him and waved flirtatiously - then vanished into thin air. "I'll see you later," Tangents voice said in her head after she'd disappeared.
"What was that all about?" Harper asked as he caught up to Trance. "And who was that?"
"Who was what?" Trance asked, feigning innocence. She felt a headache coming on - this definitely wasn't over.
It had only just begun.